Later, Mo Yinhe fell asleep on the sofa, his face showing signs of weariness from days of business trips, constant meetings, and diplomatic negotiations with three other nations.
Si Mingjing glanced at him, tiptoed away, grabbed a blanket, covered him with it, and then continued knitting the scarf.
A slight smile curved Mo Yinhe's lips, betraying him.
He's tricking me! Realizing the deceit, Si Mingjing slapped his thigh. "You're tricking me!"
Mo Yinhe lazily lifted his eyelids, then closed them again. "This time I'm really sleeping. I'm not fooling you, baby. I'll take a nap, and you keep knitting the scarf right here. Don't go anywhere. When I wake up, I want to see this scene."
Si Mingjing pouted. "I don't believe you one bit!"
Mo Yinhe tucked the blanket around himself, and soon he was truly asleep, his breathing steady.
Si Mingjing purposely pinched his nose. He sleepily swatted her hand away, overcome with drowsiness. "Be good, baby, stop it. Let me sleep for a while."
